 | May Fair |  |
But hush?—the Déesse of the ballet,
The woe and wonder of Fop's-alley,
Where T---re in ecstasies
Forgets the fire of Spanish eyes.
She comes!—Soft, sparkling, like a star,
Floats on her sylphid wing, Brocard:
Beside the beauty, gay Fleurot
Floats, witchery from top to toe.
I glance a moment, feel my heart
Not meant to act a Roman part;
Make my best bow to all the fair,
And whirl full gallop to the square.
The woe and wonder of Fop's-alley,
Where T---re in ecstasies
Forgets the fire of Spanish eyes.
She comes!—Soft, sparkling, like a star,
Floats on her sylphid wing, Brocard:
Beside the beauty, gay Fleurot
Floats, witchery from top to toe.
I glance a moment, feel my heart
Not meant to act a Roman part;
Make my best bow to all the fair,
And whirl full gallop to the square.
| May Fair | |